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The collected opinions of an august and aristocratic personage who, despite her body having succumbed to the ravages of time, yet retains the keen intellect, mordant wit and utter want of tact for which she was so universally lauded in her younger days. Being of a generation unequal to the mysterious demands of the computing device, Lady Bracknell relies on the good offices of her Editor for assistance with the technological aspects of her journal.

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Saturday, September 02, 2006

The first anniversary post

Lady Bracknell is astonished to report that she has now been contributing to the blogosphere for exactly twelve months.

It seems like only yesterday that Young Master Marmite finally prevailed upon her ladyship to take up her virtual quill pen and share her perorations with any cyberspace-enabled persons who might happen upon them. When one reaches Lady Bracknell's advanced age, one is regularly astonished at how quickly a year can pass: this may be why it always seems to be Christmas. And there is a depressing thought.

It may be the case that persons such as Lady Bracknell, who experience significant physical enfeeblement of a type which requires hours of bed rest almost every day, and in whose lives of necessity, therefore, little of any dramatic import happens, experience the passing of time rather differently than do their physically vigorous peers who dash frantically from one social gathering to another. Not having any ties to the educational calendar, for instance, Lady Bracknell is often hard pressed to remember what month it is.

Major annual events have a tendency to creep up on Lady Bracknell and catch her unawares, only impeding on her consciousness when some innocent soul asks a question such as, "And what are you doing for Easter?". Were Lady Bracknell sufficiently robust to "do something" for Easter, her life would be so different from what it is at present that she would struggle to recognise it as her own.

Individual days which - by the unavoidable necessity for enforced inactivity - are rendered lengthy and burdensome, blend into weeks and months which fly past at an almost dizzying speed. Nevertheless, although Lady Bracknell is sometimes wistful when her impairments prevent her from doing something which others do easily and without conscious thought, she would not wish to be one of those persons who appear to avoid every opportunity for quiet contemplation by rushing hither and yon from dawn to dusk. There is, after all, much to be said both for quiet contemplation and for the opportunity to read widely and voraciously. When one must lie down, one need experience no guilt when one consumes novels whole in a single reading.

Lady Bracknell suspects that persons who live their lives at a frenetic pace cannot have the opportunity to think deeply about what they are doing or to form reasoned opinions on matters of importance to them. We are often told that we are, daily and hourly, bombarded with more information than we have ever previously been subjected to: must these "soundbytes" not rattle in a distracting manner around the skulls of persons who have not the time to mentally digest them?

One remedy, she assumes, would be to create internal barriers so that none of the information seeps through. But Lady Bracknell's own upbringing and education would prevent her from considering this to be an acceptable solution leading, as it surely must, to extremes of solipsism. As John Donne said, "No man is an island". To ignore this truth is to live a life of entirely selfish pursuits, and Lady Bracknell is confident that she need not enumerate to her readers the multiple examples she witnesses daily of the behaviour of persons who never, for one moment, consider the feelings of others.

Lady Bracknell feels that the logical flow of this her first anniversary blog post has somehow got away from her. In short, the point she was attempting to make was that physical limitations can have unforeseen advantages. And that the trick to living cheerfully with one's impairments lies in developing the skill to recognise and appreciate those advantages.


Lady Bracknell has, in the main, enjoyed the experience of blogging over the last year. She hopes to continue to grace the information superhighway with her firmly-held opinions for quite some time to come.


Blogger The Gorse Fox said...

My Lady, the Gorse Fox wishes you a happy anniversary, and believes that cyberspace is all the richer for you presence and your wisdom.

2:54 pm  
Anonymous Diddums said...

You blog with such confidence I assumed you had been blogging much longer than me. I've only been at this game a couple of months longer, though. Enjoyed this post. Remember reading something (that still rattles around in my skull now and then) that people who lie in longer in the mornings are a bit smarter in general than the early-rising larks! More time spent thinking, perhaps.

3:25 pm  
Anonymous SphinxQueen said...

I'm sure many more will join me in wishing your ladyship a most joyous anniversary and express the fervent hope for much blogging to come.

I've lost around 65% of my hearing, lopsidedly, so I can manage pretty well with the "good" ear. If it doesn't get any worse, I'd have to think long and hard about having it all restored, were that possible. It's such a part of me. Still, I'm sure my opinion would be different if it came accompanied by pain or tinnitus.

4:18 pm  
Anonymous Dame Honoria Glossop said...

Dame Honoria offers her warmest felicitations to Her Ladyship upon the occasion of Her Ladyship's first anniversary of entry into the Blogosphere. Dame Honoria looks forward to many more years of literary enjoyment.

Regarding the surfeit of information, Dame Honoria follows the example of Jacob Bronowski and does not clutter her mind with what can be written down.

5:57 pm  
Blogger Marcelle Proust said...

Felicitations on your anniversary, and may I express my hope that there will be many more?

Re: pirolette (19 August) as a French word, it would appear to be a small shoot of the tropical plant pirolle, whose English name I do not know. Alternatively, and perhaps more attractively for your purposes, it might be a small thing that is worse (pire) than others . . .

8:53 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I have so enjoyed your writings, your humor and your honesty about your limitations. I can relate to your moments of "not doing anything". Which is really not true since you are writing and reading. I load myself with guilt if I am "not doing something" and have learned via your blog and others that that is just darn the way it is and that is that. Keep on because are an inspiration to many, me included.

1:23 am  
Blogger Charlesdawson said...

Mr Dawson had just finished composing a respectful message of felicitations to her Ladyship when he was most vulgarly interrupted by a Person from Porlock in the shape of the first of the autumn season't power-cuts just as he hit the Login and Publish button.

Therefore, I repeat (are you listening, Southern Electric?) that I congratulate her Ladyship on her naaiversary and trust that we shall be privileged to read her Peroroations for many years to come.

11:02 am  
Blogger Lady Bracknell said...

Lady Bracknell confesses to being both surprised and touched by the kind words of encouragement she has received from all those who have commented on her "bloggiversary" post.

She hopes to continue to be in some small way deserving of such encomia in the future.

11:30 am  
Anonymous Dude said...

If it is your anniversay ma'am, then it must also be mine, since both I and the editor came to the public's notice at around the same time.

Does a year in your Ladyship's employ mean it is time for a pay rise? The present Mrs Dude is finding it ever harder to make ends meet (and not just in respect of my belt!)

I remain your humble etc.


PS Many congratulations on this asupicious occasion and, if I may be so bold, I wish you many happy returns.

11:42 pm  
Blogger Wilf said...

Happy Blogday, Lady Bracknell.

8:24 pm  

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